Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.